Pulled into the station
And they´re playing Waylon Jennings
When you´re driving through so late at night
You´ll see the lights are blinding
Yeah, and I´ll be thinking of you
Home, my baby´s going home
My baby´s going home
Tomorrow

A million miles of nothing
Yeah, you´re driving all alone
I can smell you on the pillow
Of the hotel room
Baby, make it and call me soon
Home, my baby´s going home
My baby´s going home
Tomorrow
Home, my baby´s going home
My baby´s going home
Tomorrow